Today was different. Jason’s resistance was minimal. He barely struggled while his communicator was removed, didn’t try to leave, and shrugged off his t-shirt waited without argument.
“Where did you . . .” Mark started when he saw long scratches across Jason’s shoulders and back. “Never mind. I'm not even sure I want to ask where you got those marks,” he finished as he saw the new intern walk in, her long fingernails painted dark red.